In a luxurious hotel in S City, a woman touches the hotel room.

Choking, burning, headache.

Jiang Qingling saw her first love push her into a group of men with her own hands, and then took a photo, her sister Jiang Qingyi stood in the shadows, watching all this coldly.

There was a trail of blood beneath her until she died of agony.

The suffocating hatred was like a wildly growing vine entangled around her internal organs, and the overwhelming hatred suffocated her for a while.

It hurts, why does it hurt, isn't she already dead?

She saw everything in her life, and saw the hypocritical and disgusting man, taking her equity, and leaving with the vicious woman.

Jiang Qinglime's head was dizzy, her body was hot as if she was being scorched, she wanted to grab something, but she couldn't tell clearly, her breathing was disordered.

Suddenly, she thought of something, slapped herself hard, it hurt, and then she was drowned out by the heat coming from her lower abdomen.

Her fingernails cut through her palms, and the pain in her heart sobered her up a little, and a familiar feeling came to her face.

She looked at everything in front of her, familiar with the hotel, and she looked at the clothes on her body that she wore two months ago, and she wore the clothes she wore to see Ye Qian.

Why is this happening? Is it all a dream? No! No! How could such pain be a dream!

She fumbled with the door of the room, and in the impression, Ye Qian gave her the house number, so she had a relationship with Ye Qian.

No! She's not going to let that beast get away with it, never!

Whatever it was, she would never let that happen, whether it was a dream or whatever, no!

Her whole body was limp, and waves of heat hit her, about to overshadow her meager sanity. She tried to see the house number in front of her, no, not the one in her dream.

As long as it's not, it doesn't matter who it is!

"What do you do?"

The door opened, and the man's abusive breath came, and a chill hit, which did not suppress the heat in her heart, but became more enthusiastic.

Her eyes were blurred, she didn't see anything, she only saw an outline, it wasn't Ye Qian, no, as long as it wasn't him, it was anyone, it didn't matter!

"Handsome guy, let my sister love you well." Such a sentence came out of Jiang Qinglime's mouth, but in fact, she didn't know what she said.

With that, she threw herself forward.

Ning Xizhou looked at the woman who threw herself into her arms, a hot current surged in her lower abdomen, the sweat on her forehead rolled down, and she could see the spring light on her chest when she looked down.

Looking at her flushed cheeks, his breath stagnated, was all this man-made or accidental?

Before he could think, the woman on top of him had already begun to take off his coat, and her hand was reaching into his shirt, and she kept climbing, causing him to lose all his senses.

"Get out!"

"......," she couldn't hear, didn't want to hear, continued the movement in her hand, and then kissed it directly, as if this would alleviate her burning.

"Damn woman......" Before he could say anything, two hot lips landed on his neck.

His body tensed, and then he pulled her away violently, and she climbed up again, like an octopus.

Finally, his reason was completely gone, and he picked up the woman who was stuck to his body and threw it on the wide bed.

She suffocated as if she were drowning in the soft bed, struggling to get up and being weighed back by the weight on her body.

Messy breathing, hot kisses, clothes scattered, the smell of muzzle permeated, she seemed to walk in the clouds, and it was like falling into hell, painful, obsessed, unable to find her direction, only guided by a pair of hands in the dark.

The night is so long.